Lars vågnede en grå regnvejrsdag i sin lejlighed i København.

Lars woke up on a gray rainy day in his apartment in Copenhagen.

Han strakte sig og gned søvnen ud af øjnene.

He stretched and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Åh nej," tænkte han pludselig, "jeg glemte min paraply!"

"Oh no," he thought suddenly, "I forgot my umbrella!"

Lars skyndte sig ud ad døren og ned ad gaden.

Lars hurried out the door and down the street.

Regnen faldt tungt, og han kunne høre dråberne tromme mod fortovet.

The rain was falling heavily, and he could hear the drops drumming against the pavement.

Han kiggede sig omkring i panik og kunne ikke se nogen butikker, der solgte paraplyer på vejen.

He looked around in panic and could not see any shops selling umbrellas on the road.

Pludselig faldt hans øje på en plastikpose, der fløj forbi ham i vinden.

Suddenly his eye fell on a plastic bag flying past him in the wind.

"Det er da bedre end ingenting," tænkte Lars og greb fat i posen.

"That's better than nothing," Lars thought and grabbed the bag.

Han holdt den over sit hoved i håb om at holde sig selv tør.

He held it over his head, hoping to keep himself dry.

Posen var dog ikke særlig stærk, og den begyndte at flække fra hinanden.

However, the bag was not very strong and it started to tear apart.

Lars forsøgte at samle den, men det var umuligt.

Lars tried to collect it, but it was impossible.

Regnen kom stærkere, og han blev hurtigt gennemblødt.

The rain came harder and he was quickly soaked.

Lars skyndte sig ned ad gaden i håb om at finde læ, men han vidste ikke, hvor han skulle lede.

Lars rushed down the street, hoping to find shelter, but he didn't know where to look.

Han kiggede på sit vælg, som også var blevet vådt, og der var ingen tegn på, at regnen ville stoppe snart.

He looked at his pick, which had also gotten wet, and there was no sign that the rain would stop anytime soon.

Pludselig blev Lars opmærksom på en lille sidegade med en markise, der strakte sig ud fra en lille café.

Suddenly Lars became aware of a small side street with an awning extending from a small café.

Han styrtede derhen og gemte sig under markisen.

He rushed there and hid under the awning.

Han pustede lettet ud og forsøgte at trække vejret igen.

He let out a sigh of relief and tried to breathe again.

Imens stod han og ventede på, at regnen skulle stoppe, kiggede Lars ind i vinduet til caféen.

While he was waiting for the rain to stop, Lars looked into the window of the cafe.

Der sad en kvinde og læste en bog ved et bord med en dampende kop kaffe.

There was a woman sitting reading a book at a table with a steaming cup of coffee.

Han kunne ikke lade være med at smile lidt ved synet.

He couldn't help but smile a little at the sight.

Efter et stykke tid begyndte regnen endelig at aftage.

After a while, the rain finally started to subside.

Lars trådte forsigtigt ud fra markisen og kiggede op mod himlen.

Lars carefully stepped out from the awning and looked up at the sky.

Det var stadig gråt og overskyet, men regnen var ved at stoppe.

It was still gray and overcast, but the rain was stopping.

Han sukkede lettet op og gik hen til kvinde i vinduet.

He sighed in relief and walked over to the woman in the window.

"Undskyld mig," sagde han, "ved du, hvor den nærmeste butik er, hvor jeg kan købe en ny paraply?"

"Excuse me," he said, "do you know where the nearest shop is where I can buy a new umbrella?"

Kvinden smilede venligt og pegede hen ad gaden.

The woman smiled kindly and pointed down the street.

"Gå lige ned ad gaden her," sagde hun, "og du vil se en paraplybutik på hjørnet."

"Just walk down this street," she said, "and you'll see an umbrella shop on the corner."

Lars takkede hende og gik ned ad gaden.

Lars thanked her and went down the street.

Han købte en flot, blå paraply og skyndte sig tilbage til sin lejlighed.

He bought a nice blue umbrella and hurried back to his apartment.

Da han endelig kom hjem, var han stadig våd, men i det mindste havde han en paraply.

When he finally got home, he was still wet, but at least he had an umbrella.

Han lagde sin gamle, gennemblødte plastikpose i skraldespanden og smed sin nye paraply i entréen.

He put his old, soaked plastic bag in the bin and threw his new umbrella into the entrance hall.

Lars sank ned i sin sofa og smilede.

Lars sank into his sofa and smiled.

Selvom han havde haft en våd og lidt kaotisk dag, følte han sig heldig at have mødt den venlige kvinde i caféen.

Although he had had a wet and somewhat chaotic day, he felt lucky to have met the friendly woman in the café.

Han vidste, at han ville huske denne begivenhed og historien om den plastikpose, der blev til en våd oplevelse i København.

He knew he would remember this event and the story of the plastic bag that turned into a wet experience in Copenhagen.